Chapter 2: The Humilated Princess
I entered my bed chamber, seeking sanctuary after the humiliation I just suffered. I paced the room bristling with anger at Reagan and not just him at everyone. How dare he do this to me? He goes off to war the night of our wedding and leaves me alone with his family. I had to stay all by myself and maintain the peace of this household, the gods know his siblings cause enough trouble and his mother was no better with her frivolous spending and throwing lavish parties every night which always escalated into something more.
I was the one who was always there to clean up the mess every time. But he returns from war after six months and this, this is the thanks I get for being a dutiful wife and he has the fucking guts to bring home a concubine? If that wasn't a slap on the face then I do not know what was.
Thankfully, I could hide here and not have to worry about running into Reagan and his new concubine! I thought to myself as I began to rummage through my wardrobe for a more comfortable outfit to wear when the door suddenly slammed open.
I stiffened my grip on my dress tightening as I stared at Reagan. The air grew cold and heavy, and the unmistakable sound of boots echoed through the room.
"My lord," I said in a way of greeting, "Is something the matter?" I asked, keeping my tone as calm as submissive as I could manage when on the inside I was feeling the opposite.
He scoffed, crossing the room in a few long strides until he stood before the dais. "Don't play coy with me. What is the meaning of what you just did?"
I arched a brow up at him, "What I just did?"
"You stormed out on me in front of my court members and the people. You disrespected me!" Reagan stated as he glared at me.
I blinked, incredulous. He was angry at that? Does he even have any right to be angry at all? "Well you will forgive my lord, as I didn't realize my absence was such a pressing matter." I retorted.